there was a happy ending to everything…
I always lived
holding on to them,
knitting the scenarios of well-being
I knew how to use the magical yarn.
But see us now,
I lost hope and you wallow
in the mud of your own gloom.
And the rising crescendo of doubts
yet the only one I hear.
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